A/N: For the anon prompt: 'Hunter tries to set Kurt and Sebastian up'. Here is a first try at this one. I hope you guys like it :)
Hunter tries to get Sebastian to go on a blind date with his girlfriend's friend. Futurefic, College AU
Hunter drops a heavy stack of books on the desk in front of Sebastian to get his attention. It doesn't work, but he knew it wouldn't. Hunter leans down low, watching Sebastian continue to work on his Calculus assignment as if Hunter doesn't even exist.
"I found you a guy, Sebby," Hunter whispers with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"No," Sebastian says without looking up.
"He's a friend of my girlfriend, Quinn," Hunter barrels on as if Sebastian hadn't even voiced an objection. "He's studying musical theater at NYADA…"
"Pfft…" Sebastian closes his book with a disgusted scoff. Realizing Hunter is not about to drop the subject, Sebastian decides to try and make a quick getaway.
"What 'pfft'?" Hunter asks, taking up the chase. "You haven't even seen him. I have, and I have to say, he's pretty hot."
"Musical theater equals drama queen and more than likely flaming drama queen," Sebastian explains, shoving his way through the double-doors of the NYU library in an attemp to evade his annoying friend. "And how do you know if he's hot or not? Aren't you the man who claimed he wasn't even remotely bi-curious?"
"Hey," Hunter says, dodging behind Sebastian as he tries to lose him through a crowd of cursing students as he walks against the flow of traffic, "I don't have to be gay to recognize a hot piece of ass when I see it, and man, oh man, does he got one."
"Hunter, you have no idea just how gay you sound right now."
"Come on, Seb," Hunter whines, "give him a chance. You owe me."
"How do you figure that?"
Sebastian stops walking, with Hunter coming up short and almost running into him from behind.
"Do I need to mention a certain ass tattoo I now have from the last time you got me drunk and left me at the Gamma Theta Nu frat house during pledge week when you PROMISED you'd keep an eye on me?"
"I'd say that tattoo was a lesson well learned," Sebastian says, taking off again with Hunter hot on his heels. "You put your trust in the wrong person."
"Sebastian…"
"Besides," Sebastian railroads ahead, "tattoos can be removed, but clingy blind dates, they're much harder and more painful to get rid of."
Hunter manages to leap ahead of the taller man, putting out his hands to stop him.
"Please," Hunter pleads, looking desperate, "just give him a chance."
"Why are you even doing this?" Sebastian asks.
"Can't I just try and set my best friend up with a great guy out of the goodness of my heart?" Hunter blinks up at Sebastian innocently.
"You have no heart that science has been yet to identify," Sebastian deadpans.
Hunter's shoulders drop in defeat.
"Look, I promised Quinn I'd find a date for her friend, and I really think the two of you could hit it off. So come on, what do you say?"
Sebastian hedges, thinking it over for a moment, watching the hope build in Hunter's eyes.
"Nope," he says decisively, pushing past Hunter and running face first into someone, knocking them to the ground.
"What the fuck!?" a shrill voice screams. "Look where the hell you're going!"
"What the fuck are you PMS'ing for?" Sebastian retorts. "It was just an accident."
"Yeah, an accident that wouldn't have happened if you could learn to pay attention."
Sebastian watches the pale man stand up, long legs stretching in the tightest jeans Sebastian has ever seen painted onto another human being, meeting at an ass that could make a grown man drop to his knees and beg. Sebastian doesn't realize he's staring, because he's never gawked at another man before. Sure, he's used to being stared at, but Sebastian Smythe doesn't stare.
Except now he is definitely staring.
The view gets better when the man finally stands completely upright. Narrow hips, a trim waist, and muscular upper arms only partially obscured by the sleeves of a pale blue button down shirt, the top two buttons undone; the soft, soothing color complimenting the most startling blue eyes Sebastian has ever seen. Right now, though, it's this man's perfect mouth that has Sebastian's undivided attention, as it curses to put every truck driver in the tri-state area worth his salt to shame.
"…make you pay for the fucking dry cleaning."
Silence.
Sebastian shakes his head, only vaguely aware that the gorgeous, bow shaped lips have stopped moving.
"Come again, princess?" Sebastian says, trying to gain a little of the upper hand that he lost during the course of this one-sided bitch fight.
The man peers at Sebastian through narrow eyelids.
"Do you actually even attend school here?" he says coolly. "Because if you do, I'd seriously consider asking for your money back."
Sebastian has a thousand barbs in his arsenal, all waiting on standby for just such an occasion, but not a single one manages to make it to his mouth once the man spins around on his heel, brushing long fingers over that masterpiece of an ass as he dusts off his jeans, and storms away.
"What a fucking princess," Sebastian says, but it's the tone of almost awe in his voice, the way his jaw drops, the mesmerized expression on his face that makes Hunter's lips curls into a triumphant grin. He's never seen that look on Sebastian Smythe's face, but he sure as hell knows what it means.
"That princess is Kurt Hummel. Quinn's friend," Hunter clarifies.
Sebastian doesn't say anything in response as he cranes his head over the oncoming crowd of students to watch that ass for as long as he can while Kurt sashays away.
"So, what do you think?" Hunter asks, crossing his arms smugly over his chest.
"I think," Sebastian says, clamping a hand onto Hunter's shoulder even though he doesn't turn to address him, "that you live to be a douche another day."